Remember when you were a kid and you’d tell an embarrassing story about your “friend” or you’d seek wise counsel from someone to help you sort out an issue you had with your “friend” knowing full well that that so called “friend” was none other than you?
Confession, thats exactly how I was going to write this post. But who are we kidding here. I’ve revealed far worse offenses than this admission on this little blog and maybe, just maybe my coming out of the closet will free someone else.
Ok, here it goes: I needed help. Like I really needed help. I have this problem. I simply must have a neat and tidy home, but I can’t stand cleaning. So how do I meet this paradox in the middle? I maintain cleanliness in every area of my home – except my closets! My closets are like whoa! Correction, my closets WERE like whoa.
And then the heavens opened up and God sent down a certified neat freak who happens to be my bud. This is the way life should be 24/7…
This is my buddy Nicole:
She’s an actress [Click here to see her demo]
Look at what she went and did!
I say all this to say: For a good time call Nicole. For an even better time call “Get Organized with Nikki” And the choir sang – amen! 510.677.4880